This sect is going against the sky

Lin Fan did not choose the place to fight within the formation, but randomly found an open corner close to the periphery of the formation.

In this way, if Li Yi encounters a group attack or siege, he can run back by himself.

Even so, the two sides stood together after the life and death status was established.

"Li Daoyou, offended." Wan Yang cupped his hands towards Li Yi.

Immediately, he drew his sword out of its sheath, and the long sword flashed past everyone's eyes like a streamer.

Looking again, he saw that the figure of the man had disappeared in place, and appeared behind Li Yi in the blink of an eye. The sword light flashed, and he cut straight towards Li Yi's neck fiercely and decisively.

Only one move decided the winner.

However, Li Yi didn't even have time to draw the sword out of its sheath.

This kind of battle was so fast that it made people feel dull, and even Wan Yang frowned slightly.

Hearing that this person had killed the God Transformation Realm, he had some expectations at first, but he was greatly disappointed by this result.

It was too late to put the sword back into its sheath, so he could only let the sword edge cut through it with some regret. As the sword edge entered his body, there was a loud noise.

"Oh!"

The expected scene of blood splattering did not appear, instead the "Li Yi" in front of him turned into a wooden recruit, was cut into several pieces, and lay down on the ground.

"not good!"

Wan Yang subconsciously mobilized all the cultivation in his body, and was trying his best to retreat, but he was still a step late, and there was a slight fluctuation in the air.

Immediately, Li Yi's figure appeared behind him, the long sword in his hand was raised high, and it had already fallen down.

In Wan Yang's eyes, this move was really ordinary. He casually raised his sword to block it, trying to push it away, but after the sword tip touched, his expression suddenly changed.

He was surprised to find that his sword was out of his control.

No, to be precise, he was manipulated by the other party.

"How, how did you do it?"

For the first time, Wan Yang looked at the opponent in front of him.

However, Li Yi didn't have time to talk to him at all. The suzerain said that losers die from talking too much.

Right now the situation is in his favour, so naturally he has to take advantage of the victory to pursue the attack and work hard in order to be at ease.

Seeing Wan Yang looking over in shock, Li Yi immediately stopped hesitating, got up and kicked him in the chest.

There was no swordsman's demeanor at all throughout the whole process. The two said they were fighting, but this style of fighting was even more unsightly than a street corner brawl.

"Boom!"

Wan Yi took a few steps back quickly, with a black thread on his head, barely steadied his body, turned around and wanted to take back the sword stuck to the opponent, just about to lift his leg, his face froze again.

Standing in place, he seemed to be rooted under his feet, unable to move at all.

"What's going on? I can't move."

Wan Yang looked aggrieved, but Li Yi had no intention of thinking about him at all.

With a sound of "clang", he swung his long sword over, even though his body couldn't move, Wan Yang tilted his body, the long sword brushed past his eyebrows, and was nailed to a place two zhang away from him.

Looking at the trembling sword hilt, he only felt an unknown fire.

Feeling this battle, being humiliated by the opponent, his face turned blue and red, and he didn't know whether it was anger or annoyance.

There are countless enemies, but I have never seen any opponent who doesn't talk about martial arts.

It's fine to engage in a sneak attack, and all kinds of formations were brought into battle, which made him fall into such a state of embarrassment.

How could this be considered a battle?Calling it a one-sided hunt is more or less the same.

Since the other party doesn't follow the rules, there is no need for him to be patient.

Wan Yang's eyes turned hard, and he wanted to let go of the suppressed realm strength, but found that he couldn't be happy with even a little spiritual power.

He was startled, and looked at the young man in front of him, who seemed to have seen what he was thinking, and explained:
"Although I have confidence in the character of Wan Daoyou, but before this battle is over, you will only use the same strength as mine."

"How did you do it?" Seeing that it was impossible to turn over, he simply sat down without struggling in vain.

Anyway, this time he has lost all his face, so he doesn't care about it.

Wan Yang thought a little self-destructively.

However, seeing him like this, the young man in front of him not only did not let go of his guard at all, but became even more vigilant.

The long sword lay across his chest, as if he was some kind of scourge, and the corners of Wan Yang's mouth twitched.

What kind of wonderful master teaches what kind of wonderful apprentice.

"Brother, I can't even move, Baobing has been knocked down by you, what else do you want? Is it difficult to answer my question?"

"It's not difficult, but you have to admit defeat first." Li Yi insisted.

It’s okay not to say this, but upon hearing this, all Wan Yang’s anger was instantly ignited, and he cursed:
"Despicable and shameless! Villain!"

If he had known that this person was so ignorant of martial arts, he would never have agreed to this battle.

He even suspected that Lin Fan's swearing to move out of Wu Zong's secret treasure was just to make him paralyzed.

Thinking back to the confrontation between the two, it didn't look like a serious confrontation at all, it was more like a monkey show.

And the one who can't die, he happens to be the monkey being tricked.

At this moment, the way he looked at Lin Fan was constantly changing, and his self-cultivation and family education were also thrown out of the blue.

Li Yi wasn't annoyed either, he walked up to him when he was almost vented, and asked again calmly and self-possessively, "Fellow Daoist, are you willing to admit defeat?"

It's just that these words are tantamount to making up for Wan Yang's wound, or a serial knife.

As No.1 in the Faxiang Realm Tianjiao, it is embarrassing to think about losing to such a guy.

After this campaign, I don't know how bad the rumors will be outside.

Wan Yang's face was blue and purple, and he didn't speak for a while. After staring at Li Yi for a long time, he squeezed out three words from between his teeth: "I admit defeat!"

After confirming the answer he wanted, Li Yi walked up to the other party, pinched the formula, removed the magic circle that imprisoned the other party, and then smiled and apologized to the other party:

"Friend Daoist Wan, I offended you just now, please forgive me."

Before Wan Yang recovered from the successive blows, he sneered and mocked disdainfully: "The Emperor of Heaven is nothing but tricks, and only plays some trivial tricks."

Li Yi, on the other hand, disapproved and retorted:

"Your Daoist Wan's words are wrong. Fighting the enemy on the battlefield has always been about winning or losing, not about the means."

"What's more, my cultivation base is low. If I want to win, it will be even more unexpected."

"Fellow Daoist Wan is highly cultivated, so he can't see these cumbersome formations clearly, but he has to admit that if this is a real confrontation with the enemy, you may already be dead."

A calm voice came over, Wan Yang followed the sound and saw that Lin Fan had already stood in front of him.